Just a Little Longer (quit)
He couldn't hold on, the air rushed in and out of his lungs, each breathe was an effort. He could dimly hear the sound of somebody running, but too much blood gushed from the hole in his side, soaking into his torn white shirt for him to care. He just wanted to sleep.
Then someone was beside him, kneeling in the dirt.
"Stay with me Tony, Breathe!"
He looked at the beautiful face above him and a feeling stirred within him. He never quit, he thought. He never gave up! Maybe he would hold on a little longer after all.